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Nothing to report today except that we have all been huddled in the basement of Annabella's house watching the first season of LOST on dvd.


  1. sometimes you gotta take it easy, put up your feet and relax by watching a group of strangers terrified on an island...hee hee

  2. I'd never seen all those episodes and it was fun because the family we are staying with had never watched any episodes of LOST.

    We never saw the light of day and went to bed around two a.m.

    It was fun but now we're ready to get out and play. We're heading up to some lava hot srpings place in Idaho where you can go down the river in inner tubes, risking life and limb.

    Steph doesn't want to go, so she will be here alone all day.

  3. Hey Anna,

    Who dies and made you Dr. Moreau? >:B^D

  4. died - I gotta work on my typing

  5. Tom's right about that fetching o'er the specs look.

    Never seen 'Lost'; have I missed anything?

  6. I've seen about 5 minutes of one Lost episode, and I realized I didn't want to watch a show about a typical workday at this newspaper.

  7. Krusty, you are my new best friend. :grin:

    Fronty, if a typical day at the office involves killing polar bears and being chased by unseen horrors, then I'd like to work where you do!

  8. Krusty, nice work on Pammy there. but I doubt you've got the stamina for her. She's like a jack russell once she latches on.

  9. Don't be jealous Tommy boy. There's enough of me to go around.

  10. Not around me, I'm rounder than my spiciest buns. Hotter too ;)

    FE - swap? Your monsters for my morons?

  11. Hotter, hmmm? I'll just have to take your word for it. Unless you come with references.


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